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Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #84b (1786) Topics: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics: 1 Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honours flow
With every rising tide.
2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?]
3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
4 Eternal life can ne'er be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.
5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"My house shall ever stand;
"And that my name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land."
7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust,
Where his own body lies.
Pause.
8 This is the folly of their way
And yet their sons as vain
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
Tho' honour raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.
10 [Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death triumphs o'er them there,
Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep,
And wakes them in despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #84b (1790) Topics: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics: 1 Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honours flow
With every rising tide.
2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?]
3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
4 Eternal life can ne'er be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.
5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"My house shall ever stand;
"And that my name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land."
7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust,
Where his own body lies.
Pause.
8 This is the folly of their way
And yet their sons as vain
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
Tho' honour raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.
10 [Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death triumphs o'er them there,
Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep,
And wakes them in despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #91 (1786) Topics: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics: 1 Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honours flow
With every rising tide.
2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?]
3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
4 Eternal life can ne'er be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.
5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"My house shall ever stand;
"And that my name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land."
7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust,
Where his own body lies.
Pause.
8 This is the folly of their way
And yet their sons as vain
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
Tho' honour raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.
10 [Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death triumphs o'er them there,
Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep,
And wakes them in despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #91 (1787) Topics: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics: 1 Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honours flow
With every rising tide.
2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?]
3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
4 Eternal life can ne'er be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.
5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"My house shall ever stand;
"And that my name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land."
7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust,
Where his own body lies.
Pause.
8 This is the folly of their way
And yet their sons as vain
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
Tho' honour raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.
10 [Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death triumphs o'er them there,
Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep,
And wakes them in despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Unsearchable Riches
Author: F. J. C. Hymnal: Songs of Grace and Glory #290 (1918) Topics: Spiritual Riches First Line: Oh, the unsearchable riches of Christ! Refrain First Line: Precious, more precious Tune Title: [Oh, the unsearchable riches of Christ!]
Unsearchable Riches
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #86 (1740) Topics: Riches, their Vanity First Line: Why doth the Man of Riches grow Lyrics: 1 Why doth the Man of Riches grow
To Insolence and Pride,
To see his Wealth and Honours flow
With ev'ry rising Tide?
2 [Why doth he treat the Poor with Scorn,
Made of the self-same Clay,
And boast as though his Flesh was born
Of better Dust than they?]
3 Not all his Treasures can procure
His Soul a short Reprieve,
Redeem from Death one guilty Hour,
Or make his Brother live.
4 [Life is a Blessing can't be sold,
The Ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with Gold,
That Man may never die.]
5 He sees the Brutish and the Wise,
The Tim'rous and the Brave,
Quit their Possessions, close their Eyes,
And hasten to the Grave.
6 Yet 'tis his inward Thought and Pride,
"My House shall ever stand;
"And that my Name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my Land."
7 Vain are his Thoughts, his Hopes are lost,
How soon his Mem'ry dies!
His Name is written in the Dust
Where his own Carcase lies.]
Pause.
8 This is the Folly of their Way;
And yet their Sons, as vain,
Approve the Words their Fathers say,
And act their Works again.
9 Men void of Wisdom, and of Grace,
If Honour raise them high,
Live like the Beast, a thoughtless Race,
And like the Beast they die.
10 [Laid in the Grave like silly Sheep,
Death feeds upon them there,
Till the last Trumpet breaks their Sleep
In Terror and Despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #254b (1786) Topics: Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace; Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace First Line: Happy the city, where their sons Lyrics: 1 Happy the city, where their sons
Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the land in culture dress'd,
Whose flocks and corn have large increase;
Where men securely work or rest,
Nor sons of plunder break the peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd,
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself with all his grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15 Languages: English
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #254b (1790) Topics: Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace; Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace First Line: Happy the city, where their sons Lyrics: 1 Happy the city, where their sons
Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the land in culture dress'd,
Whose flocks and corn have large increase;
Where men securely work or rest,
Nor sons of plunder break the peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd,
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself with all his grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15 Languages: English
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #271a (1786) Topics: Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace; Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace First Line: Happy the city, where their sons Lyrics: 1 Happy the city, where their sons
Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the land in culture dress'd,
Whose flocks and corn have large increase;
Where men securely work or rest,
Nor sons of plunder break the peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd,
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself with all his grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15 Languages: English
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #271a (1787) Topics: Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace; Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace First Line: Happy the city, where their sons Lyrics: 1 Happy the city, where their sons
Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the land in culture dress'd,
Whose flocks and corn have large increase;
Where men securely work or rest,
Nor sons of plunder break the peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd,
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself with all his grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15 Languages: English
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
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